Pageant of the eternal ones

Sun is rising up on the sky

rays of light are rushing to the earth.

So... smell the wind, follow eagles and fly

so... feel the spring from south to north !

Where the grass grows overhead

please let me rest of bloody world!

Let me forget souls who are dead

far into the lake I am throwing my sword!

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables

Oaken wood... where gods sit from times... immemorial!

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables

Oaken wood... it bled of their wide sharpen axes

Sound of the laugh rings in the air

clash of cups brings taste of the mead.

Thundering spree of the eternal ones

blowing the fear from their sons.

Vesna calls wind, incoming and clear

Veles drives the cattle of best drove.

Morana shines of blackest fear

mighty father Perun sees all with joy!

To live same as their loyal and mortal believers

this has forever been superb pride of our gods!

To fight with ones who dwell in the sewers…

Gods bring the law to the world through acts and words!

Sun is rising up on the sky

Rays of light are rushing to the earth.

So… smell the wind, follow eagles and fly

so... feel the spring from south to north !

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables

In the Woods... where gods sit from times... immemorial!

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables

Oaken wood... it bled of their wide sharpen axes

So... hold up your pints of mead and drink it to the health of all the world

wish peacefull rest to the brave ones who died before decades!

So... think about your dreams and let your wings to warm in cold

let them unfold wide… over your inner lands!

Dark grey cloud...

Got near the place...

Dream away the dream...

Invisible grace...